Wushuang told them: "Nothing is wrong! Think about it, whether it is the captain of the past dynasties, or the mountain movers, or the unloading wrestlers, anyway, no matter which faction of the Tufuzi, they just took the Ming weapon, and none of the people have the quirk of destroying corpses or stealing corpses, right? But what about the corpses here?"

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"Yes, the only explanation is that the first Tufuzi who came in were not for the Ming Weapon, but for the corpse inside!"

"Master, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, we were in the four northeastern provinces, and almost all of the people in the four northeastern provinces who had the ability to do this inverted business were in our door, who do you say would do it?" Agudammu asked. These brothers are usually willing to do nothing, and a few of them sat together, smoking small cigarettes and drinking mare's milk wine, listening to the old seniors talk about the heroic deeds of stealing doors on the grassland before the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Wushuang said, it must not be our theft, at that time, in fact, the gold captain in the door has been extinct, and those who dare to do this kind of big business must have the authorization of my grandfather Wu Gongyao, and even if it is our door thief who touched the gold school, then they used Luoyang shovels to steal holes, you see, when I came in, the tomb road was irregular, and the incision was square, which was the trace of the sapper shovel.

The more people stayed in this Rouran ancient tomb, the more aggrieved they became, and the air became thinner and thinner. Little Japan has already chased away, and this is the best time to run out of the forest to find reinforcements.

But now the most troublesome thing for everyone is that they ran in a hurry just now, and no one paid attention to the direction, and this forest was full of dead trees and residual trees, and there was hardly any reference except for this small hill.

"Master, why don't we split up into two groups and go out. If you can go out one by one, my brothers and I will definitely ensure that you and Miss Ma are well taken care of!" Agudamu suggested.

"No, we can't be separated, once we encounter the Japanese on the road, if our firepower is not enough, we will be shot to death immediately, and we won't even have a chance to run. Everyone listen to me, continue to move forward, let's go to find the North Manchu Fortress, if my analysis is correct, the purpose of that group of little Japan is not me, but to protect the secrets in the North Manchurian Fortress. Wushuang said.

"Brother, but in such a big forest, where are we going to find the Beiman Fortress? Even that forest ranger listened to his grandfather, after so many years, no one has found the entrance to the Beiman Fortress, will it be blown up by Little Japan?" asked Ma Ya.

Wushuang said that it shouldn't be, if the entrance to the North Manchurian Fortress has been bombed, then this group of Japanese will not be so vicious, you look at them, I am afraid that we will get close to the North Manchurian Fortress. I guess there may be some shady things that were done back then, maybe some kind of perverted research.

Although they could not find the legendary Beiman Fortress, they could see the mountain beam in the distance, which, according to the rangers, was hidden in this mountain.

Wushuang was afraid of being ambushed by Little Japan along the way, so he led everyone to pick a small path, and everyone gradually approached the black mountain by relying on the cover of the forest.

Fortunately, I didn't meet any lost companions along the way. Otherwise, there will be a stir again.

"Everyone, put out the torches! Wushuang commanded.

They were getting closer to the mountain, which had been considered a bad place for thousands of Chinese and Mongolian laborers to die, so for so many years, no one, including Chinese rangers, wanted to approach the mountain. Everywhere there were piles of withered grass, and at the feet were piles of branches and thorns that were piled up on a hill.

The Japanese rode past this place just now, and they also left a trail at the entrance to the mountain pass for everyone to follow.

"Ya'er, engrave the code of our burglary here, and they will recognize it when they arrive in a while. Wushuang ordered.

This is the manifestation of Wushuang's gradual maturity, he is no longer as reckless as before, and he is no longer the lone ranger he used to be. It all depends on the blood flowing in his bones, he inherited Wu Gongyao's ruthlessness, and inherited Mo Xiaoqi's wisdom.

"Ah!!h Everyone turned back and looked in unison towards the dark end of the forest. Immediately after that, a dense burst of gunfire was heard at the end of the woods.

"Everyone, keep up, go and see, little Japan must have exchanged fire. ”

There was a smell of barbecue in the mountains, and then the smell became a little burnt......

When Wushuang and his people arrived at the bottom of the mountain, there was a corpse on a boulder, the body had already been beaten into a sieve by random guns, and there was a pile of smoking charcoal beside him.

"What about people?" said Agudam, and the others raised their shotguns and looked around alarmingly.

Wushuang said: "Let's go, this group of Japanese ronins has done enough, and they don't even leave a corpse after their companions die." Look, is this one who died your brother?"

A few of his men came over to see that the sieve-beaten corpse was indeed their former comrade-in-arms. From the analysis of the current situation, it is estimated that the group of ronins just now encountered his attack and shot him in a hurry. But he may have lost himself, just like everyone else.

Looking up, there was a barren mountain in front of me, overgrown with weeds and thorns, and cuckoos and crows making strange calls in the mountains.

"Let's go, follow and see. Before entering the mountain pass, a clear series of horseshoe prints were left, and everyone followed the horseshoe prints into the barren mountain.

After walking forward for more than half an hour, the forest disappeared, replaced by a dazzling body of dead branches and dead trees, strange rocks on the mountain, and under the night, it seemed that a hideous devil was waiting for his prey with a big mouth, so it was a cool scene.

Further up the mountain, the road at the foot of the mountain became very rough and difficult, and the mountain was covered with all kinds of thorns, and people walked in it, and their clothes were not spared.

"Master, look, Japanese horses?" one of the brothers shouted.

The mountain road is difficult to walk, the mountains are overgrown with thorns, one stubble a year, one withering a year, the thorns are paved with thorns, layer after layer, turning the originally rugged mountain road into a road to death. Even though these Japanese ronins are well-trained, they are also flesh and blood, leaving their rags and blood stains between the thorns.

"Drive all these horses away for me, and in case we mess up the little Japanese ambush inside, they won't catch up with them. "Musou was very prescient.

Mongolians are herdsmen and animals, even if they have not been herding since childhood, there are few who can't ride horses, Mongolians and horses are like water and fish, they cherish each other, and even some Mongolians claim to be able to read horse language. All they had to do was crawl in front of the horse's ears and whisper a few words, and the horse would obediently run away.